Rotting Christ - Shades of Evil

Και επλασεν τον ανθρωπον, χουν από της γης Και ενεφυσησεν εις το προσωπον αφτου πνοην ζωης Και επλασεν ο ότι εκ της γης παντα τα θηρια του αγρου, Και επλασεν ότι εκ της γης παντα τα πετεινα του ουρανου God desires to be born In the flame of human sense Bursting and rising Higher and higher And what if there are no roots on earth And what if the stoned residence Is a ruined hotel Where the flame of God cannot burn And what if the human sense Appears as a son without birth On an unequal battle Where the stoned walls are made of human flesh God desires to reign In the flame of human fear Creating and burning The fields of humans' fear ...prepare your soul for the eternal burn... ...and what if the human sense is a son without birth...